Late Night Training Session

Jackson sat at his desk, mindlessly stroking his cock while perusing kink sites and searching for a video that could satiate his voracious desires.

The sun had long since set and his cock was engorged painfully from hours of edging; his nuts ached, but not nearly as much as the victims in the video clips he had been watching all evening.

Fresh sperm churned within his gargantuan testes and the volume increased with every gentle caress of his massive shaft and each testicle crushing strike he observed on his favorite fetish sites.  His bluetooth headphones were continuously filled with grunts of pain and screams from the subs in the heavy BDSM videos and his cock twitched with each sound of impact and resulting pained wail. 

The black stud had a musculature that most men only dreamed of.

His rippling abs had developed through years of athletic training and daily cardio. Although nearing his late 30s, he still maintained a training regime of a professional athlete, and it showed in his impeccable pectoral muscles and ridiculously pronounced auxiliary muscle groups.  His perfectly sculpted obliques and v-cut lower abs served to draw the eyes naturally towards his massive bulge in his shorts which was plainly visible despite his use of compression shorts and loose fitting clothing.

His cock was a lofty 8 inches of veiny meat, uncircumcised, and constantly leaking torrents of precum while erect to the point that Jackson no longer required lubricant during his solo sessions.  His testicles were equally massive in size, easily identified in tight fitting clothing due to their kiwi sized imprint.  When loosed from their compression short confines, his orbs flopped low, hanging almost 5 inches from his shaft.  His fat, pendulous nuts were the envy of all his previous romantic partners and were incredibly virile, storing thick loads of semen that were released nearly nightly.

Jackson was an athlete with an intense focus on his training above all aspects of his life.  His desire to excel and become be the strongest male specimen possible was transformed into a masochistic proclivity due to a horrific sports accident in his college years.

The stud had been an avid MMA fighter in his teens.

During his first year of college, a misplaced kick from his training partner struck his crotch with such force his left testicle had split apart.  The large, meaty organ was trapped between his opponents big toe and his pelvic bone, causing the testicle to explosively burst within his sack. The loud, wet crunching sound that echoed in Jackson's head before falling unconscious was often reminisced on during his frequent masturbatory sessions.

The feeling of a testicular rupture was almost impossible for Jackson to explain but it was something he craved with a fervent hunger.

It was the ultimate high, an unreachable level of pain that his mind somehow equated with pleasure, sparking a lifelong journey into cock and ball torture play.  The same althetic mindset he applied towards his weight lifting and sport hobbies, he began to apply towards his own manhood, specifically increasing the durability and density of his testicles through genitorture techniques.

After his dense testicle exploded in the ring, medical services were ushered in to attempt to recover whatever was left of his proud testicles.  When they removed his shorts, his cock was found fully erect and continued to twitch with each cautionary probe of the his testicles by the EMT. It remained at full mast during the entire ambulance ride, despite the bloating within his scrotum that indicated testicular rupture, something far and removed from pleasure.

Miraculously, his sex life was saved with an extensive surgery.

His testicle was sewn up and a sperm count indicated full functionality.  The only noticeable difference was a squishier texture, allowing his orbs to be crushed nearly flat with a moderate amount of effort, and that his orbs were greatly more resilient to damage through built up scar tissue.

Jackson had begun testing their membrane integrity almost nightly after recovery from his sport accident.

The former athlete took training his testicles as seriously as his previous althetic career,  spending hours researching and developing a training regime to increase their durability and pain threshold to the highest levels.  He desired testicles that were unbreakable, but conversely desired total sterility from the most violent acts possible.  This stark dichotomy led Jackson to train his testicles daily in  the hopes that some day they would experience something that exceeded their limits from training.

His small, one bedroom apartment was nearly always filled with the vapors of sweat and semen.

Like clockwork at 7 PM, after a substantial dinner, Jackson would close the blinds and strip off all of his clothes.  The first hours of the evening were devoted entirely to edging.

He would stroke his massive black cock until his shaft was so engorged with blood it began to hurt.  His impressive veins would pulse down the length of his cock due to excessive stimulation.  The apartment would be silent, except for the slicking sound as Jackson worked his shaft with both hands to the point of orgasm. Again, again, and again, with each subsequent nearing orgasm increasing his arousal to painful levels.

The continuous schlong stimulation was an integral part of Jackson's training regime for two reasons.  The constant pleasure of masturbation increased free testosterone in his body, thusly increasing sperm production.  His goal was to have the most incredibly tough and virile testicles possible so high sperm counts were a must for his goals. The lengthy jacking sessions also pushed Jackson's arousal to extremely high limits.  The higher the arousal level, the easier it was to perform the more painful parts of his training regime.

THUD, smack

"Fuuuck yeah", Jackson whispered at a particularly brutal kick to a pair of very low hanging nuts by a red headed dominatrix from behind.

A slow motion retake showed the subs nuts distorting and rippling from the sudden force of the blow before smacking against his abdomen with incredible force.  Due to the extensive stretching, the subs nuts traveled in a perfect arch before compressing against his abdominal wall.  The agonized wail and involuntary thrashing that followed was so exquisitely erotic that Jackson was forced to remove his hands from his cock to prevent spilling his load early.

He imagined the visceral crunching sound his nuts would make if he was the target of such an assault.

Perhaps they would swell at first, slowly increasing in volume from blood flow, before bursting with a particularly well targeted toe kick.  They would swell and distend, larger and larger until their tough membranes could barely contain their bulging contents.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD

Barely giving the sub any time to recover, the domme continued her methodical strikes to the rapidly swellings babymakers onscreen, each kick perfectly aimed into the center of each testes with almost surgical precision.  Jackson watched each blow with sadomasochistic delight.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD

Jackson glanced down at his dense orbs, which were bouncing lightly against the seat of his chair with each stroke of his cock.  He envisioned the plucky read head using her toned legs to rack his lowhangers with enough velocity to force them to fly into his steal like abs.  Over and over and over.  The image of his orange sized, bruised black balls compressing against his shredded abdomen caused Jackson to shiver in excitement.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD

"Mmmmmmmph," the stud moaned in a sultry baritone at the thought, gripping his cock tightly to prevent any cum from spilling.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD

The sub was wailing onscreen, but the restraints prevented him from falling to the floor or prevent his mistress from the next volley of cruel kicks. After what seemed like an eternity, the domme laughed cruelly at the openly weeping, broken male, and the video concluded.  The camera panned from her smiling face, to her supple breasts, down to the man's rapidly bruising balls which were taking on a blueish color from the brutal assault.

Jackson could only imagine what would have happened if she had continued to pound his spuds.  Again and again her trained feet would sink into the fragile reproductive organs.  Her toes would dent the orbs with reckless abandon with no time to recover and eventually their membranes would split.

Splotch

Jackson moaned softly with his eyes closed as he imagined the explosive loss of a testicle.

Perhaps the subs right ball would burst into chucks first, fracturing against the toes of the dominatrix explosively.  Chunks of unspent semen and testicle components would spill out into his now rapidly inflating sack and with each subsequent strike more and more lumps of testicle juice would be forced into the scrotum from the failing organ.  The man would scream and gibber incoherently, thrashing against the restraints with all his might.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD

The kicks would keep on coming as the sub lay limp in his restraints, his ballsack inflating to a horrific degree from massive fluid influx and turning black from the bursting blood vessels. His scrotum would turn into a grisly soccer-ball of testicle pulp, allowing for even more efficient strikes from the relentless domme.  On and on she would distort the lumpy sack with her toes, each strike sinking deeper and deeper into the man's doomed manhood.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, Spppplick

The still barely whole left testicle would burst dramatically, and the subs ample cock would spew a tiny load of semen followed by a steady flow of blood.  The subs final load would dribble down his lumpy scrotum to the floor, and his dick would wilt down to a broken nub, never to rise again.  Blood would continue to trickle down from his cock head, down his ever inflating scrotal sack, and begin pooling on the ground beneath him.

"Mmmmmmm," Jackson crooned, as his cock was twitching wildly, smacking against his abs like a tortured animal.

Jackson had long since stopped stroking his thick cock but it was twitching with each imagined blow, and he knew if he were to grasp it he'd blow his load instantly.  He was at the brink of orgasm from his fantasy alone.  Unconsciously, his muscles were tensing all over his body.

He yearned for the day his balls would rupture in his sack, fracturing and oozing into mush, and leaving him a broken male. 

It would take an incredible amount of force to actually damage Jackson's balls, a conundrum that he had spent many nights pondering the solution for. 

His testes were nearly superhuman from years of abuse and it would take an extreme amount of pressure and force to get into the virile core of each nut.  Jackson fantasied nightly about his nuts splitting open and spilling into his sack, and the imagery helped motivate him towards even more extreme play in the hopes that one day his dream would manifest violently.

He sighed contently and clicked out of the window to the next video in queue.

Thunk, STOMP, Thunk

A fixed camera was focused on an impressive set of cock and balls being crushed and mauled brutally by a domme's heels.

Jackson watched as a pair of latino testicles were repeatedly crushed by a stiletto heel.  Each cruel dig of the heel forced the sharp point deeper into the chosen latin babymaker, and the sounds elicited by the poor man signified some nearly permanent results were occurring from the treatment.

Slick, STOMP Slick, STOMP Slick, STOMP

Jackson began to work his shaft at rhythm to the cruel stabbing of a mans most precious organs. He mind raced as each fleshy blow landed.  Ball trampling videos were some of his favorites as they had the most potential for permanent results.

STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP

"Pop that fucker," Jackson mouthed, panting heavily.  He was salivating heavily at the tantalizing sight of the damaged huevos.  With his left hand, he began casually flicking his testes with alternating targets in sync with the savage stomps on screen.

Jackson imagined the heel reaching entirely through the mans testicle, splitting the fleshy organ apart. 

The thick, well used orb would rupture into chunks as the sub began to scream soprano, and the domme's heels would continue to work any remaining chunks out of existence. He could only imagine the splotching sounds the dying nut would make as it was pounded into a fine putty.  Once again, he backed off the rhythm, to compensate for the eroticism of the explosive imagery.

"Ruin that fucking nut!"

He yelled at the monitor like he was viewing a sporting event.  Jackson was smiling widely and hypnotized by the brutal testicle mashing occurring onscreen.  He could almost feel his nuts dimpling painfully along with the subs and each flick to his bulging nuts helped increase his immersion.

STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP

Jackson ceased masturbating and lightly dimpled the surface of his left nut with a contemplative look on his face.

He had once paid a dominatrix to attempt a testicle rupture with little success.

After stretching his testicles to their maximum length, he had presented them on a wooden stool for crushing with a variety of vicious heels.  Despite her best efforts, the heel refused to pierce his thick scrotal skin and rupture anything within. She spent almost an hour, much to Jackson's pleasure, attempting to catch one of his massive orbs with the heel of her stilettos and destroy the tough membrane surrounding it.

His eyes rolled into head as he lost himself in the memory.

Much like the cruel scene he was currently viewing, his nuts had taken a beating.  Each well aimed blow compressed his orbs to a fraction of their normal stature, smashing them brutally against the unyielding wooden surface. They were mashed around during the treatment, inflating from the strikes to a massive degree, but even the dominatrix's entire weight could not breach their defenses.  He could still remember each blow that pancaked his balls nearly flat and how erotic it was to watch his nuts inflate to full size at a slower rate with each strike.

The night ended uneventfully, with a pair of bruised and bloody testicles and an aching feeling of disappointment that out stripped the ache of his nuts.

THUD

Jackson was brought out of his memory with a particularly hard stomp that caused the sub to squeal like a pig.

With that final, viscous stomp, the scene ended with latino testicles sadly intact. With a splat Jackson dropped his cock, which smacked back against his rippling abs.  He encircled his scrotum with his thumb and index finger and pulled his testicles tight away from his body.

Staring down at his kiwi sized nuts he envisioned them pierced entirely, a hole forced all the way through the dense meat causing a breakdown in their membrane integrity. He could only imagine the levels of pain he would experience as his nuts began to lose their oval shape, a sharp heel tearing at the mortal wound inflicted on his balls, causing the rupture to increase in size until no surgery could possibly save them.

"Oh fuck yes," he whispered under his breath, as chunks blew inside his sack in his mind. He imagined personally squeezing the remaining pieces of still whole testes to ensure they could not be recovered in surgery.  Each meaty nugget would compress under his fingers before dissolving as tubles spilled into his sack.

Jackson found himself in a cold sweat at the thought, and let his nuts fall from his grasp with a soft splat to the seat of his desk chair. 

He leaned back and took a deep breath to calm himself.  He had been planning a brutal training session for his nuts tonight and was nearly turned on enough to attempt it. 

It had been several months since his last rupture attempt, and Jackson was unsure how much longer he could wait before performing dangerous ball torture play that he fantasied about nearly every night.  In one part of his mind, he recognized the dangers and ramifications of trying to ruin his proud testes, but with each stroke of his cock that voice was quieted until only the desire to ruin his manhood remained.  These last few nights his arousal had been at an all time high, so it was only a matter of time before he put his nuts to the test.

Jackson regained focus on the task at hand, and with the vision of his nut bursting still fresh in his mind he clicked the next link to a gay S&M site where some of the brutalist ballbusting on the internet was procured. This was a gritty "real" S&M scene where there no safe words or mercy. Jackson was an equal opportunity ballbuster, male or female the important part was the resulting testicle pain.  He skipped a few minutes into the short clip, right to the climax of the action.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH

On Jackson's monitor, he watched as a master continuously stomped his subs testicles with a steel toed shoe.  The fragile orbs were flattened to pancakes with each subsequent blow.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH

The sub was writhing in pain as each blow landed, twisting his body in vain to avoid the blows landing with sadistic precision.  An intricate lattice of ropes prevented any virility saving movement, and each stomp left the subs testes a deeper shade of reddish purple.

Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH,  Slick, CRUNCH

Jackson increased his speed of masturbation to match the fervent, ball destroying display on the screen.  The slave was almost continuously screaming now, drooling through a ball gag and droning on as his sperm count was rapidly diminished from blunt force alone.  Sweat was pouring down the man's back, and his ballbag was rapidly inflating to an unnatural degree.  Each time the dom removed his foot from the mans nuts, they were a deeper shade of bluish-purple.  Jackson could feel and incredible load building in his loins and his eyes were fixated on the ever compressing testes on screen.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH

In the description of the video was an account of a ruptured ball ending the play session early, but sadly this was not shown in the short video clip.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH

Squick

Jackson leaned back and imagined the German's testicles caught under a reinforced boot, bursting into chunks.

"Ohhhhhh," he exclaimed, as the bursting gave him sexual gratification close to orgasmic bliss.

The pressure would be too much for the ball to handle, dimpling first, then splitting down the middle releasing it's contents into the scrotum.  The swelling would be incredible as the soupy contents of his sack would immediately draw fluid, inflating to a ridiculous size. His scrotum would take on a gruesome black and blue color and lumpy consistency and the Dom would continue to crush the testicular remains into a fine pulp.

CRUNCH, Squick, CRUNCH, Squiick, CRUNCK, Squiiick, CRUNCH, Sckkkk.

The broken contents would elicit quiet noises as each tubule broke explosively under the steel toed boot. Eventually, the Dom would kick the sack with enough force to split it open, allowing the warm ruined innards to seep onto the dungeon floor. The broken testicles would steam delectably on the stone floor, a mass of flesh and connective tissues. Perhaps the Dom would reach down and pull the pulpy remains out for the camera to see, aggressively ripping the cords from the subs body and...

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat

"Fuck!!"

Jackson shouted in anger as his engorged cock head spewed forth a wad of cum, striking his abdomen from his neck to his bellybutton and covering his body with viscous babybatter.  He had removed his hand from his beleaguered cock a second too late and some cum had escaped from his churning balls.

The torrent of cum ended and his cock twitched and slapped against his chest, pleading to release the rest of it's contents. His impressive musculature glistened with babybatter against the hue of the computer screen which steadily trickled down his chest and pooled in his sculpted abdominal muscles.  While only a fraction of the volume of his potential load, the muscle stud's body was absolutely covered in cum.

Jackson wiped cum from his hands in disgust, cursing his manhood for it's untimely release.

He vowed to increase the damage to unforeseen levels as a consequence for the untimely partial load that had escaped his still bloated testes, and he had prepared a punishment suitable for the failure tonight.

The image of his balls bursting into chunks flitted through his mind again, and despite his anger Jackson was shivering with excitement.  Perhaps it was time to make the fantasy a reality.

He stood slowly from his sweat filled desk chair, cursing under his breath, and allowed his cramping legs to loosen up before heading to the small living room.

The area was stripped of all traditional furnishings and contained shelves full of various sex toys and torture devices that he had picked up over the years.  Whips or varying sizes, paddles, crushers, and mallets of increasing weight were hung neatly from the walls. The carpeting was covered entirely with a waterproof sheet to deter any stains from setting in.  The austere living space helped Jackson to find focus in his work. The lack of a sofa or any traditional furnishing for relaxation helped to keep his mind singularly on testicular training.

Jackson carefully stepped over a set of weights he'd been using the previous evening to batter his orbs, over and over with increasing weight until he'd nearly passed out from the pain.  He walked over to a small shelving unit where he kept a large supply of sterile needles for skewering his testicles.

Needles were becoming a favorite of his to try and work past the defenses his nuts had garnered from years of training.

When blunt force seemed to barely dimple his balls, and his crusher could no longer give him the flatness he craved, needles were a guarantee for testicle damage. At least one night a week, Jackson punctured the meat of each testicle with a large gauge needle and twisted the metal instrument as his cock oozed pink tinted semen.  With each twist of the needle, the innards of his nuts were torn, waves of agony nauseated him, and a drops of bloody cum were forced from his cock head.

After a night of invasive probing his nuts would be left bleeding and dark purple from internal bleeding, while coated in a thick layer of freshly probed sperm.  The build up of scar tissue helped to increase the overall durability of his testicles, while the torn spermatic tubes were forced to heal at greater rates to produce sperm for the virile jock's nighty edging sessions.

This night he vowed to go even further, reaching past a box of high gauge needles for a set of nails he had sterilized earlier.  The stud had attempted large gauge needles previously, but the thick iron nail outstripped their size by many fold.   They were sure to puncture his nuts wide open, and if he worked hard enough, perhaps his castration dreams would come true this very evening.

Jackson shivered in excitement, panting visibly as he kneeled in front a wooden block and dropped his hefty testes onto the cool wooden surface.  They landed with a hefty slap and lay there, defenseless and bulging with an unspent load.  The thought that the may never release their contents again caused a surge of pleasure to radiate from his loins.

He planned to nail each nut to the board with all his might, with the hopes of splitting his nuts such that they could not be repaired.  The testicle training would push his tough testes to their limits as their membrane stability would be compromised.  All the nights of skewering his nuts could barely prepare them for the treatment they were about to undergo.

Jackson reminisced back to the pair of latino testes he'd seen prior, nearly pierced by stiletto heels with each probing stomp forcing the point deeper into the latin huevo.  Jackson envisioned the heel smashing down with all of the domme's might, splitting the man's proud nut in two, and prepared himself for a similar experience with the nail he was gingerly lining up with his swollen left nut.  He allowed the point of the nail to slightly dimple the skin in the dead center of his massive left egg, not enough to draw blood, but enough to cause a slight rush of pain.

Jackson grabbed the hammer he had left out earlier and took a deep breath before swinging the mallet down.

THOCK

Splick

With a wet, squishing sound the nail slid into Jackson's testicle, penetrating the dense outer membrane of his well-trained sex organ.

His nervous hands had only succeeded in pounding the metal halfway through the dense nugget, and waves of agony unlike anything he had experienced before began radiating up his body.  Cold sweat poured out of every pore on Jackson's muscled body as he continued to stare at the doomed organ, hypnotized by the erotic scene of his own precious nut splitting in front of him.  The nausea was almost instantaneous, and he was forced to tighten his steel like abs to prevent himself from vomiting.  Blood was pounding in Jackson's head, preventing him from considering any other option then finishing the job.  He lifted the hammer again, clenched the grip with all his might and slammed it down.

THOCK

Splotch

The blow had landed with such force that the nail was forced completely through his testes and imbedded itself deep into the wood below.  The head of the nail itself was forced into the center of his reproductive organ, causing it to distort horribly and take on an amorphous shape.  At the same time, the head of the hammer crushed his already compromised testicle to half it's normal girth, pancaking it out against the hard wooden surface.  His nut was now brutally attached to the wooden block and when he removed the hammer the damaged organ attempted to inflate to it's usual size but distorted awkwardly due to the steadily growing hole in it's center.

The orb was swollen horribly, turning black and rapidly losing it's normal oval shape.  A steady flow of sperm and reproductive tubles began to flow freely into Jackson's now lopsided sack.  Blood began pouring out of the hole in his scrotum, trickling down the sides of his massive nut and onto the wooden block that his testicle was now affixed to.

Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat

The sight of his broken nut was too much. Jackson's thick black cock twitched at the force of the testicle shattering blow and released it's long contained load.  Rope after rope of cum flew from his cockhead, arcing across the room as his cock spasmed wildly.  It spurted thick babybatter it a seemingly unending stream and incredible force. The stream struck Jackson's handsome face, plastered his chest copiously, and splashed even higher to coat his bulging deltoids.  His cock blasted like a sprinkler handsfree, seemingly unending, as Jackson experienced the greatest orgasm of his life.

Jackson was unable to process to intense feeling radiating from his loins, his brain shut down as the blow landed and all he could experience was orgasmic bliss.  His nut was ruined.  His big, beautiful, ball was splitting apart in front of him and his body shut down from the damage. He could only stare as the swelling continued.

And suddenly, he felt it.

The pain of a ruptured testicle, the pain of the sperm dying in his sack, the pain of a doomed reproductive organ.  His body reached the high he had been searching for ever since that fateful day at the boxing gym, and surpassed it as the damage was far more severe.

Jackson's lips curled into a smile as he allowed the waves of pain of course over him.  He had finally succeeded in breaking one of his nuts, after years of hard use.  Perhaps the damage would be too great for it to be saved this time, the thought of which caused his cock to spurt out a small droplet of pinkish cum as it wilted, spent after releasing the largest load of it's life.

Before he could reach down to assess the damage, and line up a second nail to his unharmed right ball, Jackson's vision faltered and his body went numb from the pain. His body fell limp despite his attempts to hold himself upright, succumbing to extreme level of agony that only testicular rupture could bring. 

He could only watch in terror as his dead weight pulled his testicle to it's limits within his sack, the head of the nail still firmly planted at the center his bloated ball.  In slow motion, he watched his scrotum stretch and distend horribly against his body weight before the well trained organ burst under the pressure.

Spliiiiich
BLOOOOSH

The last thing Jackson remembered, as he slumped unconscious was the sight of his testicle ripping free from the fixture as his body dropped to the floor, bursting his membrane apart and splitting his sack open.  The well stretched nut arched the air majestically from the force of his falling body, spraying the floor and ceiling with drops of blood.  The ruined organ flopped onto his abdomen and oozed his contents on his abdomen, mixing with the thick layer of cum on his front. It was ruined, completely and as gruesomely as he had fantasied. Then everything faded to black.